A Flower

(Dedicated to the girl whose presence compelled me to go thinking in her absence... this is not a sad poem, just a learning, in fact my turmoils receded after the realization and brought back a smile...... )

Distorted thoughts running in my mind,

I find myself alone sitting on a chair,

though a click can find me a companion,

I made a choice to breathe solitary air,

A different emotion, I see my brain has succumbed to,

no sorrow, no pain, but for a confusion that my day rots,

why am I not thinking about myself, but about a friend so new?

what am I thinking, the thoughts, or the reason for my thoughts?

frustration is overpowering me, my body may soon surrender,

my jittering hands, I may soon lose my control I wonder,

just when I'm about to shout in anxiety, a serendipitous glimpse,

right out of the window, my eyes found me a savior !

Right out of the window, i see a flower,

beautiful on its own, hanging loose on its branch,

dust-covered petals, in a hostile environment,

beautiful on its own, hanging loose on its branch.

Mother Nature pampers its beautiful child,

brings water form the purest corners to give it a shower,

freshly being bathed, dripping drop from its stalk,

all in glitter ready to make love.

vibrant colour, fragrance, that mesmerizing...

potent enough to seduce a nomadic insect !

no unconditional love for feelings don't bind,

both have their own business to mind,

hinting me a mean sex, but foreplay seems interesting,

though the insect cares not but only what its gaining,

it will love the flower till the thirst it will satisfy.

then with no heavy heart, off it will fly

uniting unknowingly the eagerly waiting gametes...

separated by birth, reunited in youth !

so beautifully dressed, i realized the flower was ready for its funeral,

after the union, nowhere will it be seen,

but that is not the end, for it will always be felt,

the undying colour and aroma, the fruit inherits,

to this unconditional love, the fruit forgets not to pay homage,

gives a path for the flower's resurrection, carries its seeds

and again, right out of my window, i'll see a flower,

beautiful on its own, hanging loose on its branch

Nothing ends, nothing begins... all just revolves in a circle !!!